Finally, I’m looking forward to the long weekend so I can knock out more edits to my adult G rated romance manuscript. This is my second attempt at adult fiction. My first is still a mess and in need of major reconstruction. (Thankfully, I can swear it that manuscript!)

She ran her fingers along the map. Tracing the journey she wished to take. Every night, when she slid under her sheets, she repeated the process.
Light on, map out, tracing first by sight, then by memory. Two times, then she paused her eyes at the frame ontop her nightstand.

She folded the map up, placed it back into the drawer, and clicked off the light. Laying back on her pillow she pictured the journey she would one day take.